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July 18, 2013

The train screams to empty

its insides out and I spot

you then, chosen not so

much by me but the sun

spilling shadows squinting

my eyes to illuminate your

figure, the first of the day.

I wrap my fingers round

the ringlets of tough fur

and bend the neck down

over the table to loo...

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